with each throw
the boy’s stone lands
at the centre of the universe

-Paul Chambers

blue hour
an old sheep track
winds into knapweed

-Paul Chambers

rain-thick air
a radio hums
from the lambing shed

-Paul Chambers

slow afternoon
the foal’s nostrils
widen in the breeze

-Paul Chambers

the path down
to the river
flowering gorse

-Paul Chambers

bare ash –
a perched hawk
draws in the dark

-Paul Chambers

long afternoon…
the sky trickling
from a tide pool

-Paul Chambers

goshawk’s cry
deep under snow
the road turns

-Paul Chambers

dawn fog
a fallen branch
marks the river’s bend

-Paul Chambers

late summer fair…
the bags of goldfish
beginning to darken

-Paul Chambers